I dropped my work off at the Pember Library yesterday for the show on Friday (it runs through April 25th you can see more info on my events page). 3 Quilts and 9 potholders that I’ve been working on for the past month or so. I was a little nervous dropping them off, although I wasn’t sure why. When I got back home, I found I had very little energy or motivation. I wanted to write about it, but couldn’t even get myself to do that.
So what happened? Deflation, a kind of postpartum. I thought of the feeling I used to get as a kid after my birthday was over or what it must feel like to send your kid off to the first day of school. It makes sense that after a period of intense production, working towards an end, there would be a period of leveling or balancing energy. A crash.
So I took a lesson from my animals who don’t seem to question their motives and trust their instincts. I let myself feel what I was feeling, I went to my yoga class and I didn’t blog. Then I went to bed and slept like a barn cat on a bail of hay in the sun.